In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The big villa was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and it was full of joy.

Because it was still early, the guests hadn’t arrived yet.

Mr. Han took his mother-in-law around to get acquainted with this new home, which can be divided into one-third of the real estate.

Mahjong machines, large projection screens, super-functional computers, earphones that don’t clip your ears, gaming chairs, refrigerators that only hold drinks, massage bathtubs…

If you stay inside, you won’t feel lonely even if you don’t come out for a year.

Even the curtains are customized according to prison specifications, striving for a five-star prison style.

"Damn Xuebao." Ma Meili rolled her eyes at her daughter-in-law, her eyes a little red. "You just sat at your mother-in-law's house for a while and you remembered everything?"

Mr. Han's face was full of arrogance: "I have a photographic memory since I was a child. I am extremely talented and I am just flattering. Why should I care?"

Ma Meiliang sniffed, raised her eyebrows and said, "You only get out of breath after complimenting you for two words? No city."

I turned on the computer and entered the game, experienced the feel, and muttered: "Where is your Brother Zhang? I've already come to the door, and I didn't mention bringing you a cup of tea or a cigarette. What do you mean? It's just a show?"

"Brother Zhang locked himself in his room in the afternoon, and he didn't even know what he was writing down in a small notebook." Mr. Han curled his lips and said. "He's been nagging a lot these days."

"That's it." Ma Meiliang took a sip from the lemonade handed over by her daughter-in-law. "Maybe I'm remembering the gifts. I have a lot of friends, mother-in-law, and I received a lot of gifts in the past. Now I can collect some of them."

Han Jiangxue twitched the corner of her mouth but said nothing.

Downstairs gradually became lively.

The four unparalleled gods of war made a cameo appearance as a janitor, which was to give Brother Zhang face.

Some old generals who are so old that they even have several great-grandchildren in their arms are Lao Zhang's connections.

They were all part-time workers, and there were not many guests who had just entered the room and were waiting for dinner.

Because the villa was not big enough, only five tables could be set up together. Many neighbors who were not of a high level just accepted the gift, said hello and left.

They say they are holding a banquet and doing something special, but the scale is actually not as big as expected.

No one from outside the circle was invited, they were all neighbors from other courtyards.

A few old men were smoking cigarettes, eating melon seeds and chatting at the door, comparing themselves with each other on what gifts they had given to the two women whom Brother Zhang loved.

While chatting, one of them, a 60-year-old Wushuang in his prime, lowered his voice and said, "Come and live."

The other three heard this and looked around.

I saw a young man pushing a wheelchair and walking towards the big villa.

The woman sitting in the wheelchair made the four old Wushuang freeze up and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Who's going to pick up a guest?" Wushuang, the oldest, frowned. "I have some connection with their family..."

"As if who doesn't have one?" Another Wushuang murmured at the corners of his lips, and his aura was obviously lowered. "I used to take care of this kid for a few years. If his family hadn't taken him away later, he would definitely be a trump card in my hand now."

"I'm even less suitable." A certain Wushuang blinked. "I owe their family a favor..."

As the four Wushuangs pushed and shoved, the mother and son had slowly arrived at the door of the villa.

"Jinxing, call for someone."

Although the woman looks tired, her temperament and conversation are good, and her tone alone is calm and powerful.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Tang, Master Zhou, Master Deng."

Ye Jinxing opened his thin lips slightly, nodded slightly, and said hello to the four seniors.

"Jin Xing is getting more and more energetic." Li Wushuang sighed. "It has to be your father. I don't have the ability to train you to be so outstanding."

"Master Li, you are too humble." Ye Jinxing had a restrained temperament, holding back his words and pursed his lips. "Without your years of hard work, I wouldn't be able to get out."

Several other Wushuangs also exchanged polite greetings, and the atmosphere was harmonious but slightly stiff.

Especially the positions of these four old men were so perfect that they blocked the way of the Ye family's mother and son, and they couldn't even see the door.

Ye Jinxing only spoke when greeting a few elders. The rest of the time he said nothing and just stood quietly behind his mother.

There was neither joy nor anger on his face, and there was no ripples on his face, which was unfathomable.

The few Wushuang chatted here and there, almost running out of topics to talk about, but they didn't give in.

Ye Jinxing said nothing, but quietly listened to the elders chatting. Judging from his face, he listened very seriously, like a very good listener.

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

The woman raised her eyes and glanced at the four of them with plain eyes: "If we are done talking."

"Give way."

"I want to see my old friend."

Her voice just fell.

Ye Jinxing's steady arms pushed the wheelchair.

If the old Wushuangs didn't dodge quickly enough, they would definitely be hit.

"Ouch, what are you doing, kid?" Li Wushuang was a little angry.

After all, you are half a leader, how do you behave?

"Don't blame my child." The woman raised her eyes, and her originally calm eyes suddenly became vicious and full of hostility. "He just kinda hates you guys."

"Normally he hates someone, so he won't be as restrained as he is today."

The four unparalleled people looked at each other and frowned: "Today is Empress Ma's birthday, can't it be another day?"

The woman raised her eyes, and an indelible coldness suddenly erupted from her body: "My legs were also broken by her on my birthday."

"Why doesn't she try another day?"